So. So you think you can tell? Heaven from Hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl Year after year. Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Bleeding Apocalypse · Mon May 23, 2005 @ 10:35pm · 2 Comments |